Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Vanuatu and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Albert Ayler,
Surgeon,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
Laurel Aitken,
LL Cool J,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Neon Judgement,
Letta Mbulu,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
K-Klass,
Todd Rundgren,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker,
Maurizio,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
H. Thieme,
Johnny Osbourne,
10cc,
Roxy Music,
Zapp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Bobby Byrd,
Connie Case,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Symarip,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.